2. “Can’t help the way I was raised—anything supernatural is supposed to be either a miracle or satanic."I rolled my eyes. “And you’re still trying to figure out which I am?”"Non. I’m trying to figure out if I’m still Catholic.” He grinned that heart-stopping grin.

3. “The hour grows late.""Late? So? Do you have to be on Ash Campus early tomorrow? At the University of Nothing Matters?”

5. There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.

6. “Just because you're a gutless harlot doesn't mean I won't find your... attributes attractive. I might be immortal, but I'm still a red-blooded male.”"Harlot? Who talks like that? Father Time, meet the Flinstones.”

7. “Now, hush. We do best when we doan talk.”

8. “Death wants to gank me. Must be Tuesday.”

9. “Cannibals need love too.”

10. How hard could it be to boil bathwater? I’d watched an episode of Little House on the Prairie once. Ergo: Let’s do this bitch.

11. “You spring this shit on me, then within days you expect me to get over the fact that my girlfriend ain’t exactly human!”I didn’t know what bewildered me more—the girlfriend or the human part.

12. “You wanna know what I’m feeling? Lemme tell you, bebe. Amusement. You’re acting like we got some kind of choice in this matter. You’re just as screwed as I am—because we’re both too far gone for the other.”

13. “You smell like honeysuckle. You likin’ old Jack now?”“I never stopped liking you. Even when you were warding me away with the power of Catholicism.”

14. “I meant what I said about you not being human.”Just when I was about to flare, he’d said, “Evie, that ass of yours—um, um, UM! C’est surhumain.” It’s superhuman.

15. I cupped his face. “We could die tonight.”Jack grinned down at me. “Now, hold on, Evie. You doan have to pull the last-night-on-earth con with me. I’m a sure thing.”I grinned back. “So am I.”

16. Face beaming, Finn turned to Lark, words leaving his mouth in a rush: “I’m hooked on you like phonics.”